The doppelgänger took a step forward, its movements eerily fluid, like something that wasn't quite human. "You shouldn't have come here."
Jude narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
The figure tilted its head. "I am you."
Jude's grip tightened on his sword. "You're lying."
The doppelgänger chuckled, the sound low and unnatural. "Am I?"
Then it lunged.
Jude barely had time to raise his sword before the clone was on him, moving with an unnatural speed. Their blades clashed, the impact sending a jolt through his arm. The force of the strike was immense, more than he had expected.
He barely had time to process before another attack came, forcing him back. His reflection was relentless, every strike perfectly mirroring his own movements. It was like fighting his own shadow.
Lyara moved to help, but before she could, another figure stepped from the darkness. A perfect copy of her.
